comment_fic | Thursday: On Vacation

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Moonlight illuminated the forest and made it appear as a mystical wood from one of her fairytales. Buffy always laughed at her about them, saying that an eighteen year old who was still in love with fairytales was pathetic but she liked them. Fairytales were better than the nightmare that was her life.

She spread the picnic blanket out on the grass in the clearing she had chosen days before. She wanted everything perfect when he guest appeared, which she knew would be soon. She took out the delicately decorated cookies and cupcakes, all sprinkled with edible glitter, and set two place settings.

It wasn’t until she knew her guest would be only a few moments more before she tipped the teapot to pour them both a cup of the hot black tea.

Fairy light giggling drifted towards her and she knew her guest had arrived. “Are you a fairy queen tonight? Or perhaps a mean naughty pixie?”

Drusilla wafted into the clearing like she was walking on air. “Oh my silly Sunshine! Why I am neither of those, I am the fairy godmother! I have come to make the sun into the moon!”

Dawn giggled. “And how are you going to do that and not get caught by my sister Dru?”

Drusilla smiled serenely. “The nasty Slayer has found out that my naughty broken boy came back, hell and back a vampire’s holiday! She is off to coo and scratch him. She will be too late and I will have a fairy princess for a daughter!”

Drusilla frowned then. “But first we must have your party my pretty girl, then I will give birth you!”

As they giggled and shared cookies and tea they never noticed the dark shape watching them. They danced under the moonlight in thin gossamer dresses with bare feet and giggled and were truly happy, their observer knew this and smiled.

Finally it was only a couple hours until sunrise. The girls were seated beneath a large oak tree, their observed thought of how ironic it was that the oak represented knowledge to his ancestors. Drusilla cooed to the girl and morphed but a single word from their observer stopped her movement.

“No.”

Angel walked into the dying moonlight and smiled. “You are princess not a godmother Dru, only Daddy makes new princesses.”

Both girls knew he had been cast off by Buffy, by Spike, by his precious Powers That Be, they could see it in his movements, in the dark glint in his eyes. He was no longer Angel or Angelus but a combination of the two.

So they offered him cake and cookies, giggling when the glitter stuck to his face but licking it off to make him smile.

The next month the girls giggled with glee as their Daddy watched them dance and sing, their fangs glistening in the moonlight.

Mal takes a job that sends the crew to New Melbourne. He’s not going to turn down a legal, decently-paying job, not after any sort of job has been harder to come by now. The Alliance’s started to crack down on smugglers, with more docking regulations and harsher punishments; while the Tams have officially been cleared as fugitives, there’s still plenty of people who could make a fortune off their capture.

It’s a fairly easy job, and Mal can’t see any opportunity for things to turn sour. Still, he doesn’t need anyone making trouble. “Have her stay on the boat,” he tells Simon, who nods once and walks River to her room.

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Mal, Jayne, and Zoe with the buyer; Kaylee poking around for a cheap alternator; Simon downloading a new study about paranoia off the Cortex--River’s unattended to. (Inara’s on Greenleaf for a few days.) Serenity’s quiet; all River can hear is Simon muttering to himself, the tapping of stylus on tablet, and the ocean. Just a low murmur, calming and inviting. She hasn’t heard the ocean in a long while. She hasn’t set foot on a beach since a few weeks before she left for the Academy.

Slipping out as quietly as possible--Simon will worry if he knows she’s gone. Nearly the whole planet is an ocean, so it only takes a few minutes before River reaches the dunes, stepping out of her boots and leaving them as a mini-landmark. The sand’s hot underneath her toes, almost too hot--sends her skittering down towards the water’s edge, lightly as a bird.

The sound is stronger now, and clearer, not a far-off one, dulled by the metal frame and walls of the ship. Waves lapping gently, nipping at her feet, washing salty-cool water over her toes. She notices the pebbles under her soles, worn smooth by their repeated contact with the waves. Salt heals.

The tide starts to come in now, climbing higher with each retreat and return until her ankles are wet, her knees, the hem of her dress. She can let herself float if she chooses: flip onto her back--grow like a flower; spread her arms and legs like a starfish; drift on the surface. There are secrets on the ocean floor, and sunken treasure, but even she would run out of air before she reached any of them. So she listens.

River can’t hear anything else now, not Simon’s worries or Jayne’s nightmares or Zoe’s dreams. Nothing but small waves of the green-blue ocean water gently crashing against the shore, and the occasional splish-splash when a seagull swoops down to catch a fish. She feels quiet and peaceful away from all the screams and voices.

This is serenity.

After Robin and Barney make love... have sex... she's not sure what to label it, she falls asleep and ends up in a room. The instant she gets to the door, a figure in white from head to two, literally a featureless person, taps her on the shoulder. "You can't wear that when you're on the beach," the figure says and points to a rack of what appears to be floppy suits of something.

Somehow Robin understands and undoes a zipper she didn't even realize was there. The zip creeps over the line of her scalp, down her back and she realizes she's unzipping her own skin. It doesn't bother her as she slips her feet with their hemp sandals out of her Robin Scherbatsky suit and she shakes her little beaded braids free with a sigh of relief. "Here you go," Robin says and presses the suit into the figure's outstretched hand.

"And you here you go," the figure says and gives her a ticket. "Be sure not to lose it.

Robin walks outside onto the beach. It's not like the beaches in Canada, it's how she always pictured a beach, bone white sand, pure blue-grey waters, foamy waves lapping the shore. Barney's there, but he's not suit clad. His hair is pull back in a ponytail, his pale skin gleams with some sort of sunblock and for once his reddish-blond goatee doesn't look silly. He's singing Sandcastles in the Sand in neither the over the top Karaoke voice or the weeping voice. He's got a good singing voice, lovely, baritenor, and clear. He's also building a sandcastle, so double the irony there. "Build one with me?" he asks when she gets close enough.

"The song wasn't about that," she says, pronouncing it like "a-boot". He gives her this happy little I don't believe you noise and a crooked grin. "But what the hey."

They make sandcastles until she wakes up, Barney unknowingly spooning her in his sleep.

After they finished their yogurt, Penny invited him to the pool. Billy's flattered, if his increase in stuttering and mumbling was any indication. He yanked at the ties of his hoodie and found invisible loose threads in his tan slacks, his face blushed a pleasant shade of pink. He finally said, "R-r-really, it's okay?" like he thought he needed to ask permission.

Penny though it was cute and guilty wondered if she should tell him Captain Hammer asked her to go steady with him. "Sure, but you don't need to ask permission." He made a pleased little humming noise at the back of his throat.

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Of course, he's happy. Billy could practically walk on air. No wonder he didn't feel the need to wear the Dr. Horrible persona today on top of cute little stutter Billy who nobody notices and nobody ever will. The pool... putting sunscreen on her pale skin to make sure she didn't get skin cancer, because that would be bad. He was a good guy for thinking of her every need.

The pool was nice aside from the people. Billy never really liked people very much. They were always talking and loud and talking and always wanting to know how was your day. Why did they always want to know how your day was? But to wear a swimsuit with Penny at the pool. That was beyond nice-nice. Plus, even if he was on the thin side and his forehead was large (that just meant he had sexy brains), he had some nice muscles for his frame.

And Penny would notice them and realize muscle-bound was ugly once she saw his cute butt. He knew he had a cute butt, he checked it out to make sure. He even put blond highlights to add depth to his dark golden blond locks (and cool guy tips always looked cool once he got his hair in his mad scientist hairstyle). She would see that and love that.

For once in his thirty-two years of life, Billy was able to go shirtless in public. "Billy?"

Billy blinked before smiling at Penny. "What is it?"

"Sunscreen, Billy? You're awfully pale."

Edited 2009-08-25 01:10 (UTC)

The pool lasted a total of two awesome summers. Two of awesome summers of lazing on the roof, with or without swim trunks, days of mutual masturbation and pool sex. Of course, he's Ted's bestest best friend in the whole wide world, he doesn't see Marshall in the pool. "Marshall wouldn't fit in," Ted said before he leaned kissed him long and deep to get him to shut up and stop singing his victory song.

Ted's lips tasted like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

The third number, the plastic of the cheap inflatable pool is too sun exposed and during a particularly hard pummeling where Barney was hitting all of those good spots that made Ted go cross-eyed, the pool broke, sending a tidal wave of water through the drain holes in the roof and onto Lily's newest painting that had bird suicide at an all time high. Lily had marched up and fumed that she didn't care how much sex they had, just as long as it didn't mess up her painting, then marched back down the fire escape before Barney could ask her to join them literally.

They found Pool 2.0 the next week. It had a slide, a sundeck, it was deeper, and puncture proof and coming in the mail in three days. Barney couldn't wait to make waves with Ted... legendary waves.

She bumped into Barney at Mystic Tan or rather she walked into the wrong room on the her bikini wax appointment. Barney was alone and pulling a robe on, too slowly to not see his bare crotch and testicles. "Barney, put those away."

"Scherbatsky," he practically purred as he tied his robe closed. He had on the face of someone who ate the cat that ate the canary. "So you came to look at the Barnacle. It's a work in progress. Spray on tan is next week," he winked.

"God, Barney," she said, waving at everything in the room down to his silky kimono which cut off mere inches from his crotch. "Are you trying to become more than 10% girl?"

"It makes my cock look bigger," he said, "Does waxing makes your look bigger too, naughty girl."

"Pig," she shot back and walked back out.

As the door slammed behind her, Barney yelled "I was talking about your clit!"

LOL - Ew Barney and ouchy on his... well you know.

Hehe, this one's cute and so dreamy and then Barney unknowing spoonage - the yummiest cheery on the cake =)

Hehehehe, I love this. The dream is so dreamlike, love the Robin-suit. Dreams never seem weird whilst you are having them. Yay for holday!Robin/Granola!Barney. And spooning! Thanks for writing this, sorry it took so long for me to reply.

Oh, wow. I really, seriously love this. It's so them and so bittersweet and just... perfect. Thank you so much!

... now I'll go seriously work on that Ike/Soren fic for you. You definitely deserve it.

Spoilers, implied XXXholic, etc. Sorry, I accidentally cut off the beginning when I posted this morning. Since I can't edit something after it's been replied to...yeah mostly for archiving's sake. Sorry for spamming your email.

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Nee, Nana....once a fortune teller told me... ‘fireflies are the souls of people we’ve lost in this lifetime and others’. In a way she reminded me of you. There was that same– that same dangerous aura. That knowing of the world. Funny, I never thought about it until now

The last show of the night is over and her throat aches from singing. She likes this lingering pain, the kind that comes from knowing that she sang her fucking lungs out. There’s no pleasure like it in the world. Not sex or alcohol or drugs can get close to this high. The back of the club opens up to a dark sandlot. Dirty and rough, a wasteland. Scrubby grass grows at the pack, right next to that better kept club with the koi pond and the Japanese aesthetic. It’s the dregs right next to paradise.

She lights another cigarette and flicks the ashes away as they come. She doesn’t think of much of anything because she’s learned that remembering just brings back the hurt, like reopening a wound. Lemon juice and water her boss said. Quit the pack a day or you’ll ruin your voice.

The blonde wig feels scratchy. With nothing but the faint lights, she pulls it off and lets her shaved head be free to the night air. That was the first thing she did after the funeral, cut her hair. She looked just like fucking Yasu. They could’ve been twins, save for her lack of shades and breasts.

Even if she tries not to think it all comes back to her, like a bad habit she just can’t quit. She remembers another time and life, the innocence was thick even then. She’d once thought herself jaded. She didn’t know the meaning of the word back then. It was something she wore, like big, black boots that all the sceners wanted to copy.

Other lights other than her cigarette light the night. Little nostalgic bugs all flying their lives away. Transience, wasn’t it? Well they seemed happy enough. It’s getting late for summer. The nights are growing cold. Soon all these lights will be extinguished for another year.

Nee, Nana. Do you think we’ll meet these people again? Maybe they’ll following...waiting for us.

“Excuse me,” a faltering, yet chipper voice says in accented English. “I’m lost. Do you know the way to the Riga Grande Hotel?”

She breathes out smoke, it flows like incense, all bitter and sweet.

“Down the street to the left. You’ll tell it by the red pillars.”

“Thank you!” the voice says brightly. A passing car lights the night and for that frame of time, they stare back at each other. Hachi in shock, her with the same composure she always keeps. Stage faces wear well in the real world.

But then, she’d already recognized the voice. Hachi never could take directions well. Without some image to focus on, yellow potted geraniums in the windows or red pillars, she would never find her way.

The face that regards her has aged. There are lines on her forehead, there is a wearied look before the effervescence comes. So she’s learned as well how cruel life can be.

“It’s been a long time, Hachi,” she says. A smile slips out, despite herself, her resolve. Almost surprising, she’d almost forgot how.

Tears well up in Hachi’s eyes. Through all this time, she hasn’t changed all that much after all. She plows into her, buries her face in her chest and bawls. She can make out words through the sobs – I m-missed y-ou. I d-didn’t know where you were. I missed you. I missed you.

She strokes Hachi’s hair and lets her cry. Cry for me too, she thinks. cry for us all.

Nee, Nana. If we become fireflies, I hope I find you again. And then we’ll keep living again, just like this. I hope we do...

Edited 2009-08-29 02:39 (UTC)

Yaay :3

One down, now to go for the rest of your requests (that I know). *zooms off*

Evan hummed as he painted, watching and listening to the waves as they rolled up the beach. It was a beautiful morning, with a light breeze blowing the scent of the blooming trees behind him. The day couldn't get any better if it tried, or at least he thought it couldn't until a pair of hands settled on his shoulders.

"Hey Doc," Evan said, turning to look up at Radek. "I tried to let you sleep in."

"For which I thank you," Radek said, smiling and rubbing Evan's shoulders, "but the bed which Teyla's people provided for us was not so comfortable as to allow me to sleep that deeply. I had not thought that a worse bed could be made but obviously I was wrong."

"Well, is there anything I can do to make it more comfortable tonight?" Evan asked.

Radek's eyes sparkled as if he'd just lured Evan into a trap. Evan started chuckling as Radek rubbed his hips against Evan's back.

"It will be much more comfortable with company," Radek said, leaning over to nuzzle Evan's ear.

"You got it, Doc," Evan said, grinning.

Light walks in to the rather disturbing sight of the task force gathered around a tabloid, heads pressed close together. From Matsuda, this is not unexpected, but for the rest --

He clears his throat, turning and shutting the door behind him a little more loudly than is probably strictly necessary.

When he looks back at them, Matsuda has the mag in his face - literally in his face, so that he has to lean back a couple inches to see clearly.

It isn't what he had thought it might be; nothing to do with Kira at all. It does, however, have to do with him: it's three blurry, terrible photographs, one of Misa with her arms around him, two of a kiss.

"Is it okay, Light?" Matsuda asks anxiously from behind the glossy pages.

Light laughs, casually, lightly. Around the tabloid - around Matsuda - he can see the others pretending to be working diligently. "It's fine, Matsuda," he says. "It was just a kiss. They already know I'm Misa's boyfriend."

He smiles into Matsuda's relieved face as he finally lowers the paper, pushes it onto the table by the door, and then visibly realizes that he's not doing anything useful, as usual.

"How about coffee?" Light suggests, and Matsuda nods, hurries off.

Picking up the tabloid again, Light flips idly through the pages, reading Misa's story. And, hidden from the the rest of the task force again, he lets himself smirk: facades, after all, are meant to be seen; by the world, by the press, by the team - by Misa herself. It's what's behind them that really matters, and that, that's all his.

Little Crisis Core tidbits thrown in for kicks.

He was just a small little thing, but Hojo kept him in the lab constantly. Sephiroth didn't think it was very fair. He had done all his studies for the day, read every interesting book in the lab library, and Hojo still wouldn't let him out to play. Sephiroth had heard rumors that kids were supposed to play outside in the sunshine, and it made him wonder why he hadn't been allowed. Hojo could at least let him into a library with book that he wanted to read.

Sephiroth sat in his chair in the corner, keeping out of Hojo's way when a lady came up to him. “What are you doing sitting here all alone?” she asked.

It was weird to have someone talk to him, but if she was in the lab, it meant she was supposed to be there, or Hojo would be throwing a fit. “I'm done all my work, and there are no more good books to read...” he said softly.

The lady chuckled and held out her hand to him. “C'mon then,” she said kindly, “we'll find you some good books to read.”

Sephiroth was wary for a moment before taking the lady's hand. She took him outside of the laboratory that they had set up in this little town for the time being. The little time that Sephiroth had been outside, he had enjoyed the town. It had apples that grew blue and purple. There was nothing like that in the laboratory.

They walked out of the lab's building, and passed some of the apples. The lady saw him staring and grabbed him one, handing it to him. “They're called dumb apples. They're very delicious, so eat it up before we get to the town's library,” she told him.

Sephiroth smiled for the first time in a long while before taking big bite of the apple. He ate it happily, and when he finished, he tossed the core into a nearby trashcan before the stopped in front of fairly big building. He looked up at the lady who just gestured for him to go inside.

He did, and Sephiroth was awed by all the books. Sure, the lab's library had a lot of books, but these were definitely more colorful and unique. He turned to smile to the kinda lady who had brought him to this amazing place.

“Thank you,” he said happily then frowned. “Oh, I didn't even ask your name...”

The lady just smiled and ruffled his hair. “Gillian Hewley. Now, go on. There's plenty of good books for you to read here. I'll be here when your done,” Gillian told him as she went to the sitting area by the entrance, grabbing a book to read before she did.

Sephiroth was enthused and quickly went to find some books to read. He was sure even though Gillian was probably allowed in the lab, he knew he wasn't allowed out. He hoped she wouldn't get in too much trouble, because Sephiroth was very grateful.

Awwww.... Thanks!

You're welcome! Little Sephy was fun to write. ^-^

Aw, what a cute pairing! And Evan's so eager to please. *g*

I had not thought that a worse bed could be made but obviously I was wrong*lol*

This is a nice, happy and cute moment on the beach. Lovely!

I do like Evan with Radek, but then I like them with almost everyone so that's not saying much. *giggle-snort* Evan's very glad to help make that bed more comfortable for his Doc. Thanks for the comment--glad that you liked the fic!

*g* Thanks so much! Evan and Radek are much fun to write together. Glad that you liked the fic!

There had been a time in which Roy Harper had only been interested in bringing a beautiful woman to the beach for one purpose.

But he's a lot older now, and he has one major reason that random beach side escapades can't happen - and it has nothing to do with not wanting to get sand in the wrong places.

No, it has to do with the black-haired little girl currently building a moat around her sand castle with the help of the woman Roy would otherwise not be rejecting beach time sex with. Stephanie's hair is pulled back in a pony tail, and the itsy bitsy purple - sorry, eggplant, Roy mentally amends - bikini makes it very hard not to pay attention to the form he loves so much.

But Lian's giggle is a nice distraction.

Still, Roy's patience doesn't go unrewarded. He does get one daughterly hug from his favorite woman in the world, and one sea-salt and ham salad flavored kiss from his second favorite girl in the world.

All in all, it's a great day at the beach.

He really didn't know why he was making such a fuss about this. It was just sunscreen, white liquid that Rose had kindly asked him to apply to her back so she wouldn't get burned. This was not hard. No, bad word. This was simple. There, that's a better word than...that other one.

“Doctor?”

“Yes, sorry, drifted off there for a bit!” He smiled and poured the sunscreen into his hand. No, too much! He put a little back, stared at her pale skin, and, after a few calming breaths, placed his hands on her and began to spread the liquid.

“Make sure you get the shoulders and lower back.”

“R-right!” No, his voice did not rise to an unusual octave. He was not nervous about touching her in such an intimate way. This was something he was doing as a trusted friend. Rose wouldn't ask just anyone to do this, would she?

“Mmm, you have really nice hands. You should give massages.”

The Doctor ripped away his hands. “A-all done! Off you go now!” He turned away and grabbed a towel to clean himself, hoping she would miss his obvious embarrassment.

Eeeeee! I love flustered Doctor! And how he tries to ignore his attraction to Rose, but can't. Wonderful! ^__^

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